Your Grace

(Written on Dunham Place, March 1993)

Just a word to the wise misconception,
I have traveled many miles;
Through the places I've known and have lived for
To the unseen and the wild.
There are things we know, yes, they make us want to go
Out for where we're bound.

Well I never held much for the high class;
Too much fakeness to make that scene.
Yet they all seem to laugh in the low class.
So I'm somewhere within between.
They can give me advise, even say the same thing twice.
I don't know what they mean.

Won't you sleep with me, Miss. Direction?
I have suffered many tears.
Though the scars may deny my complexion,
There's a secret behind my years.
Still the thought blows my mind if I think I'll ever find
The jury of my peers.

And there's a million reasons for hatred.
These are monsters across my face.
In the end when all gods, beasts, and mortals;
All the creatures are in their place.
Not the black boots I wear nor the cut of my hair
Will keep me from your grace.

©1997 Joe Matzzie